Poem for the month of April

Sick Fish by Kenn Nesbitt

The fish in our aquarium
are looking rather ill,
and most of them are turning
kind of green around the gill.

I might have fed them too much food,
forgot to clean their tank,
or maybe they're allergic to
the toys and junk I sank.

Perhaps I broke the thermostat.
I could have cut their air.
What's certain is they're sickly
from downright lack of care.

But even though they're looking ill
I still have cause to gloat;
they're obviously talented-
they're learning how to float!

Poem for the month of March

Homophones

Homophones are so confusing to me.
I'm never sure which (or witch) word it should be.
It's hard to know (or no) the word to pick.
I need the right (or write) one to do the trick.

Is a bunny called a hare (or hair)?
If it's not here (of hear) is it over there (or their)?

When it storms, does it pour rain (or rein)?
And does it fall on the window pane (or pain)?

Do we use flour (or flower) to make the bread?
When we finish a book is it read (or red)?

Do I go and buy a new pair (or pear) of pants?
Do I need a special shoe (or shoo) to do a tap dance?

Do we get a tan in the sun (or son)?
When we finish the race first, have we won (or one)?

I'm not sure I know what to do (or dew),
That can really be a help to you (or ewe).
It's a picture in your mind you need to see (or sea),
To let you know which word it should be (or bee).

Poem for the month of February

Valentine's Day
by Meish Goldish

Take some paper, take some scissors,
Cut a heart, and then design.
Write a message in the middle:
"Will you be my Valentine?"

Take a doily, add some cupids,
Paste them all into a line.
Give your doily to your best friend
As a special valentine!

Take a juice can, pick some flowers,
Put them in with colored twine.
Give your present to a loved one,
And they'll be your Valentine.

Take some gumdrops and some lollies,
And some mints, eight or nine.
Make a dandy box of candy
For your sweetest Valentine!

Here's a final gift to offer,
It's a very special sign:
Give your friendship to a loved one,
To a special Valentine.

Poem for the month of December

What I Should Like

by Jennie D. Moore

On Christmas eve I'd like to lieAwake,
when stars are in the sky,
And listen to the sound that swells
From Santa Claus's jingling bells.
I'd like to hear upon the roof
The patter of each tiny hoof
Of Santa's reindeer overhead,
When I am snug and warm in bed.
But mamma says I must not lie
Awake, or he will pass me by;
He does not like the girls or boys
To watch him when he brings the toys.
I think I'd better go to sleep.
I guess the presents all will keep,
Then in the morning I shall be
Glad to think I did not see.

Poem for the month of November

More Disgusting Broccoli Pie, Please!

By Karen Baicker

"It's dinner time," my mama said,

"So please come and sit down.

I made a special dish just for

Your grandma who's in town."

I took one look and held my nose

And said, "I'd rather die

Than take one tiny bite of that

Digusting broccoli pie."

"It's not so bad," she said to me.

"Don't act like it's a chore.

You'll eat or else you'll go upstairs

And shut your bedroom door."

"Oh poor me!" I moaned and cried,

"It isn't any use!"

I took a breath and took a bite

And washed it down with juice.

I closed my eyes and swallowed fast

Then gave a mighty roar,

"Don't just sit there, can't you see

I NEED A LITTLE MORE!"

Poem for the month of September

A Football Game

By Alice Van Eck

It's the might, it's the fight
Of two teams who won't give in-
It's the roar of the crowd
And the "Go, fight, win!"

It's the bangs, it's the stands,
It's the color everywhere.
It's the whiff, it's the sniffs
Of popcorn on the air.
It's a cheer and then a sigh;
It's that deep breathless hush
When the ball soars high.

Yes, it's more than a score,
Or a desperate grasp at fame;
Fun is King, win or lose-
That's a football game!

Poem for the month of June

A Mortifying Mistake by Anna M. Pratt

I studied my tables over and over,
and backward and forward, too;
But I couldn't remember six times
nine, and I didn't know what to do,
Till sister told me to play with my doll,
and not to bother my head,
"If you call her 'Fifty-four' for a while,
you'll learn it by heart," she said.

So I took my favorite, Mary Ann
(though I thought 'twas a dreadful shame
To give such a perfectly lovely child
such a perfectly horrid name),
And I called her my dear little "Fifty-four"
a hundred times, till I knew
The answer of six times nine as well as
the answer of two times two.

Next day Elizabeth Wigglesworth,
who always acts so proud,
Said "Six times nine if Fifty-two,"
and I nearly laughed aloud!
But I wished I hadn't when teacher said,
"Now Dorothy, tell if you can."
For I thought of my doll and-- sakes alive!--
I answered, "Mary Anne!"

Poem for the month of May

Opposites by Linda B. Ross

Do you know about opposites?
Let's see if you do.
What's the opposite of many?
The opposite is few.

What's the opposite of bottom?
The opposite is top.
And what's the opposite of go?
The opposite is stop.

What's the opposite of cold?
The opposite is hot.
And what's the opposite of a little?
The opposite is a lot.

Here is the last pair of opposites.
Get ready, it's going to be hard!
What's the opposite of even?
The opposite is odd.

Poem for the month of April

The Robins and the Worm By Sandra O. Liatsos

Two robins had a tug of war
to win a skinny worm.
Each pulled and tugged
and stretched an end.
The poor worm tried to squirm.

At last the robins dropped the worm.
"Cut it in half," said one.
"Half for me and half for you."
He chopped, and it was done.

But then the robins had a fight
about which half was whose.
No matter how they squawked
and squabbled
neither bird would choose.

The worm halves quickly crawled
away.
Each found a secret hole,
And there it grew and grew until
Each half became a whole.

Poem for the month of March

There's a New Cook in the Cafeteria By Bruce Lansky

Good Morning, staff and students.
We have a brand new cook.
And that's why our lunch menu
will have a brand new look.

To make a good impression,
our cook's prepared a treat:
your choice of snapping turtle soup
or deep-fried monkey meat.

If you're a vegetarian,
we have good news today:
she's serving pickled cauliflower
and jellyfish souffle.

And for dessert our cook has made
a recipe from France:
I'm sure you'll all want seconds-
of chocolate-covered ants.

I hope you like this gourmet feast.
I hope you won't complain.
But if you do we'll have to bring
our old cook back again.